“Wouldn’t this be manslaughter?”
Depends on the facts, which are seldom reported correctly by the media and all the facts are purposely never given to the media by the authorities.
Off hand, my home is my castle. It’s my safe house. The only way a cop or a criminal can legally enter is by knocking or with a proper search warrant. I know this cop thought she was in her apartment, but being a cop she is expected to know the difference between little things such as what is hers and what belongs to someone else.
Unless the building was 100% brand new and all hallways, doors and everything is 100% identical, then she should have known better. There are things like scratches, paint chips and other wear items around the door handle and door area that are exclusive only to her apartment. She is paid to be observant. Another dead giveaway would be the apartment number or occupants name on or near the door. And as a cop you’d think arresting someone has priority over killing them, your apartment or not.
So what possible motives could there be for intended murder? The victim lived immediately above the cop. Did the victim play loud music, stomp on the floor or do something else that would agitate the cop? Things like this will come out in the trial.
“So what possible motives could there be for intended murder? The victim lived immediately above the cop. Did the victim play loud music, stomp on the floor or do something else that would agitate the cop? “
My first apartment had no sound insulation. The front and back doors were hollow wood interior doors. Just by ordinary living we irritated each other. Then, there was the occasional loud party or loud music. You either get used to it or you move. I moved as soon as I could afford to.
If someone is really thoughtless or purposely irritatingly loud then your only choice was to move. I have met people like this, an alcoholic drug user lived in our building, but fortunately, I wasn’t close. I don’t know that he purposely irritated people, but once he was drunk and high, he was also loud. He was a drafter where I worked. Sometimes he would blow his nose by holding one side and blowing the other towards a trash can. Occasionally, he hit the can.